"I just don't get you, Stevenson, I know for a fact that you hate me, you bad-mouth me in front of Walmart associates, you even complain about me through official channels, and now, you want to tell me that you have feelings for me? Fuck you, you two-faced asshole," Chelsea Allister said vehemently, and the slender young Black angrily woman repressed a shudder. The absolute frigging nerve on that dude!
Glaring angrily at the big and tall young Black man who stood before her, Chelsea Allister bit down the urge to smack the fool. After talking shit about Chelsea for ages, Stevenson Volta had the temerity to ask her for a parlay at McDonald's on his day off. Reluctantly Chelsea showed up, wondering what her erstwhile nemesis had in mind. The bozo ended up surprising the hell out of her with his revelations...
"Look, Chelsea, I'm sorry about that, it's just that, well, recently, I made a surprising discovery about myself," Stevenson said, and he looked at Chelsea in a way he never had before. Chelsea had been working as a customer service manager at the Walmart for the past four years, and as a problem solver, it fell to her to get associates, and others, to get the job done. Managing people didn't come easy, and as the one to make the tough decisions, Chelsea was far from one of the most popular people in the store.
"What did you discover about yourself?" Chelsea asked tersely, curious in spite of herself. When Stevenson first started working as a security guard for the store, they got along famously. They were both students at Canada's Capital University, working at the store to make a few bucks. They even started to become friends. And then things started to go wrong. Before long, she was snapping at him for taking too long on his breaks, and he was calling her a cold and heartless bitch behind her back. How did they get here?
"I'm attracted to bossy women, especially bossy Black women, I'm submissive," Stevenson said evenly, and Chelsea's eyes went wide. If she'd been struck by lightning inside the McDonald's restaurant located inside one of Ottawa's busiest Walmart stores, Chelsea wouldn't have been more shocked. Stevenson always carried himself like he owned the place, fearlessly dealing with angry clients while chatting with his female admirers, among them several of Chelsea's co-workers. She was not expecting that...
"What the fuck?" Chelsea blurted out, and she looked at Stevenson as though he had two heads. For the past few months he'd been telling everyone how he thought she was mean and bossy, his sworn enemy and a poor excuse for a human being. Like a lot of brothers, Stevenson simply did not like to see a young Black woman in charge. Or so she thought. Stevenson's latest revelation had Chelsea's head spinning, and with good reason.
"Well, um, Chelsea, when you're bossing me around and shit, I like it, a lot, but I don't like the fact that I like it," Stevenson said, exhaling sharply, and he fixed his gaze on Chelsea. The young woman leaned back in her chair, absolutely astonished by what she'd just heard. She looked at Stevenson, unaware of what to say. Seriously, how does a woman respond to such a statement?
"Stevenson, if you like me, why do you hate me and bad-mouth me?" Chelsea said, sighing deeply. Stevenson looked at her and smiled faintly, and then he gently brushed his hand against hers. Chelsea looked at his hand on hers and hesitated, but did not pull back. Looking at Stevenson expectantly, she awaited the big man's answer. This ought to be good, Chelsea thought indignantly.
"When I see you, I want to get on my damn knees and worship you, my strong and dominant Black goddess, but I am also ashamed to feel this way because I was raised to be a strong Black man," Stevenson confessed, and Chelsea could have sworn she saw his eyes grow moist. Chelsea understood that something terribly sensitive was happening inside Stevenson's mind and soul, but she couldn't resist chastising him a bit...
